The Bean is 16!
It seems like only yesterday he would get his blanket and a bottle and fall asleep.
Hours spent holding his Pooh. He never liked Pooh cartoons, or Pooh toys or anything else Pooh. Just that Pooh. (We still have him - he's part of the family).
He used to lie in his playpen and read his squeky book over and over. Now he reads a thousand page book in five days flat and sends Mom running all over town looking for the next book. (If only he would learn his Kindle is immediate satisfaction....)
He used to let me hang out in the bathrrom while he took a bath. Now the door is locked.
Of course, that is fine by me.
He used to put on a crazy mix of clothes and call it good for the day.
Now he has good fashion sense as long as it has skulls on it somewhere. I miss those Pooh slippers.
Gone are the days of siting behind the wheel, moving the steering wheel to and fro pretending to drive. Now, comes the real permit, the real license and freedom from Mom. :(
(This is one of my favorite photos - sitting on Daddy's Grandma's tractor)
Gone are cheesy smiles and silly poses.
Well, maybe not completely.
Happy Birthday Bean.
Mom loves you as much as she did the day you came into my life.
You are smart, loving and such a wonderful kid.
Thanks for being MY kid.